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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Country Teasers to the dance 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Skaos,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.