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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.