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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.