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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
DNA,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.