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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.