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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
DNA,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.