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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.