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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.