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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.