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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.