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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.