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 Chad 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Last Poets to the disco 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.