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 Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shadows of Knight to the grunge 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.