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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.