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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.