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 Malaysia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.