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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Smog,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.