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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Q65,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.