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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
EPMD,
cv313,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.