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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Chrome to the rock 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.