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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Sonics to the rap 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Visage,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.