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 Germany 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.