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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.