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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Nirvana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.