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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.