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 Mongolia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.