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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.