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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.