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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.