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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the dance 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.