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 Comoros 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.