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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Marmalade to the grunge 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.