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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.