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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Standells to the grunge 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
The Gories,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.