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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Motions to the crunk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.