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 Mali and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.