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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.