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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.