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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 D'Angelo to the punk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.