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 Algeria and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Grandmaster Flash 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.