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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 marimba 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 Yazoo to the electroclash 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.