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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Smoke to the techno 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.