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 Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.