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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Echospace,
New Order,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.