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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.