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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.