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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.