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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.