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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minutemen to the punk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
The Human League,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.