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 Iraq 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.