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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Easy Going to the disco 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
the Association,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.