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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.