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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.