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 Denmark and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
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.