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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.