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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.