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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Supertramp to the techno 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.