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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.