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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.