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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the rock 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.