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 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Bar-Kays 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.