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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.