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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.