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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 The Fugs to the grime 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.