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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.