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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.