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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.