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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.