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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.