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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.