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 Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the disco 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.