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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Carl Craig to the dance 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.