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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.