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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the rap 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.