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 Paraguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the disco 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Visage,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.