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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Can,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.