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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.