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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.