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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.