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 Korea South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.