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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.