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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Wings,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Motorama,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.