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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.