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 Belize and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.