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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.