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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the crunk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.