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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pretty Things to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.