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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.