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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.