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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Moss Icon to the crunk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
The Sound,
UT,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.