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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Icehouse 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.