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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Public Enemy to the grunge 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.