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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the grime 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.