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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.