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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 The Count Five to the funk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.