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 Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.