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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.