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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Pus to the funk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Swans,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.