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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Hashim to the electroclash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.