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 Japan and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.