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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.