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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Pagans,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.