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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.