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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.