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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.