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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.