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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s 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 Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
UT,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.