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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hardrive to the funk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.