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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.