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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.