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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.