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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 The Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.