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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.