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 France and from Mumbai.
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 Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the rap 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.