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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.