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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the crunk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.