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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rakim to the crunk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.