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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.