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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the grunge 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
The Move,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.