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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.