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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.