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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Music Machine to the disco 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.