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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.