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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
UT,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.