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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero 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.