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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.