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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Chrome,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.