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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.