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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 The Gun Club to the grime 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.