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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.