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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.