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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the techno 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.