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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.