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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.