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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.