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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.