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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Seeds 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Nico,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.