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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Can,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
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Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.