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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.