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 Kyrgyzstan and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.