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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.