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 Ghana and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Technova,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.