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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Swans,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.