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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.