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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.