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 Ghana 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Excepter,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.