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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
The Names,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Lalann,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.