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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.