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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.