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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.