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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.