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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
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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.