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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.