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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neon Judgement to the rap 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.