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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.