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 Mali 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the rap 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.