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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.