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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.