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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.