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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Television,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.