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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.