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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Index to the grunge 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.