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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
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,
UT,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.