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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Gong,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.