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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
X-102,
ABBA,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.