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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
MDC,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.