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 Romania 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.