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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.