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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.