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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.