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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.