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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.