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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.