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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
DNA,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.