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 Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pagans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Inner City,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.