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 Cyprus 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Pagans to the funk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.