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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.