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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.