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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Can,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.