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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.