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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.