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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.