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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.