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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.