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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.