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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.