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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.