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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.