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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.