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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.