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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.