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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Moleskins to the dance 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.