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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.