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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.