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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.