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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.