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 Peru and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Charles Mingus to the funk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.