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 Albania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 LL Cool J to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.