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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.