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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.