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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.