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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.