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 Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.