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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
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 The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Index,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.