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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.