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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.