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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Audionom,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.