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 Namibia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Monolake to the grime 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Whodini,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.