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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.