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 Oman and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.