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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Television,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.