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 Uruguay 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.