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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.