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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.