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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.