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 Australia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Nico,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.