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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.