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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Television,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.