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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
MDC,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.