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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
10cc,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.