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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.