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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.