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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.