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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Wire,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.