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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.