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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Graham Central Station to the rock 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
The Residents,
The Index,
PIL,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.