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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Five Americans to the crunk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.