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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 the Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.