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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.