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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.