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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.