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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 June of 44 to the disco 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.