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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.