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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Max Romeo to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.