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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.