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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.