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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.