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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.