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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.