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 Indonesia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.