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 Argentina 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.