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 Philippines 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.