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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Monks to the funk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Main Source,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.