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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the techno 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Technova,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Nas,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.