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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The Star Department to the grunge 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
the Human League,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.