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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.