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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.