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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.