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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.