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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.