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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
UT,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Roxette,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.