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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong 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?
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.