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 Liberia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.