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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the techno 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.