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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.