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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Japan,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.