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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.