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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
The Wake,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.