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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
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 Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.