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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 clarinet 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 AZ to the dance 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
UT,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.