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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.