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 Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Faust,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.