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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the funk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.