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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q and Not U to the rock 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.