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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Byron Stingily to the dance 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Pole,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Slave,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.