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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 The Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.