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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.