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 Seychelles 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.