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 Tanzania 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.