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 Cape Verde 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Cameo,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.