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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.