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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
The Star Department,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.