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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.