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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
MDC,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.