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 Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.