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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grass Roots 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.