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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Quantec 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.