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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.