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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Can,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.