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 Malawi 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.