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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the jazz 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.