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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 The Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.