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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 June of 44 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.