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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.