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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.