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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.