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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Move 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Brick,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.