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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the techno 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Magma,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.