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 Colombia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 The Angels of Light to the rap 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.