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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Underground Resistance to the jazz 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.