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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Can,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.