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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Skriet to the dance 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.