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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Pole,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.