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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the funk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.