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 Qatar 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Birthday Party to the jazz 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
UT,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.