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 Iran and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Echospace to the electroclash 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.