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 Albania 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 sitar 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.