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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 China Crisis to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.