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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.