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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Joe Smooth to the grime 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.