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 Canada and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
X-102,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.