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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the electroclash 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.