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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Lalann,
cv313,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.