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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Sister Nancy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.