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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.