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 Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 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 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.