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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Blossom Toes to the funk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.