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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna 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?
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.