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 Nicaragua 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Slave,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.