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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.