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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Nico,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Neu!,
X-102,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.