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 Zambia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Urselle 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.