Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.