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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.