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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Archie Shepp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.