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 Peru and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Japan,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.