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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
MC5,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.