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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.