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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 guitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.