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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.