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 Cuba and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.