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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.