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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.