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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.