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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.