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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.