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 Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nirvana to the crunk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.