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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Model 500,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.