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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Monolake,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.