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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.