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 Ireland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Organ,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.