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 Laos 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.