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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.