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 Benin and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Alton Ellis to the punk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.