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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 linndrum 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
PIL,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.