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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Magma,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.