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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.