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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ronan to the funk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.