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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Todd Terry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Smog,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.