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 Singapore and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Alphaville to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.