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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.