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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.