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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Nico,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.