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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.