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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.