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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.