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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the crunk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.