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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.