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 Portugal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.