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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.