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 East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.