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 the UAE and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.