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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Symarip to the dance 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.