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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Magazine,
The Names,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.