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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
June Days,
Little Man,
New Order,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.