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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Dead Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.