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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen 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?
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.