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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Technova,
AZ,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.