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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Gladiators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.