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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 The Red Krayola to the rap 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.