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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Yaz,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.