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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.