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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
10cc,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.