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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.