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 China and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Mars,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.