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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Franke,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.