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 Malaysia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
New Order,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.