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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.