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 Monaco 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.