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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.