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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.