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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Rod Modell to the techno 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.