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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron 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 Fat Boys to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.