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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.