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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.