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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.