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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 The Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.