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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
PIL,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Index,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.