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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Terry Callier to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
UT,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.