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 Angola and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Technova,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Mars,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.