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 Barbados 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.