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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.