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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 The Last Poets to the grunge 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.