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 Iceland 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Fear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
10cc,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.