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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide 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 The Kinks to the rap 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.