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 Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Cluster to the grunge 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.