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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Patti Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.