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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Scratch Acid to the rock 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.