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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.