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 Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thompson Twins to the rap 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Index,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.