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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
the Germs,
Monks,
Quantec,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.