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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the funk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Mars,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.