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 Philippines 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.