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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fear 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.