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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
The Martian,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Television,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.