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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the grunge 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.