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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 New Age Steppers to the punk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.