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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.