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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Japan,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.