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 Philippines and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
10cc,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Swans,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.