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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.