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 Bhutan 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Terry Callier to the rap 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.