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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Derrick May to the dance 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
JFA,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.