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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Lalann,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.