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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.