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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Television,
The Gories,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.