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 Kazakhstan 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.