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 Burundi and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Bush Tetras to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.