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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 John Holt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Ice-T,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.