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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.