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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.