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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 Beijing and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Ludus,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.