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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.