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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
JFA,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.