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 New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.