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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Glenn Branca to the techno 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers 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?
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.