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 Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.