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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the disco 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.