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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.