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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.