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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Niagra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.