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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Grauzone to the techno 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.