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 Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.