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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
UT,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Smog,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.