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 Korea North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
MC5,
The Slits,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.