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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.