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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.