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 Liberia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 David Axelrod 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.