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 Haiti and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Little Man,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.