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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.