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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.