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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.