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 Bahrain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 The Grass Roots to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell 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?
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.