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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.