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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Franke,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.