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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.