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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.