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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Neu! to the rock 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.