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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Nas,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.