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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wings 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.