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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
MDC,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.