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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.