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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.