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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Circle Jerks 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.