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 New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 guitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Gong,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.