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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.