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 South Africa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Avey Tare to the electroclash 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.