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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
The Names,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Television,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.