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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Black Moon to the funk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Kayak,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Lyres,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.