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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.