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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Nas,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.