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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ice-T to the disco 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
PIL,
UT,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.