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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Colin Newman to the funk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.