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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.