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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
X-101,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.