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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.