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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Hoover,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.