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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.