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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.