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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.