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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
The Names,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.