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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Brick,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.