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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.