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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.