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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.