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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.