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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.