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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.