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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.