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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
the Association,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.