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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.