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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.