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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.