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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.