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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.