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 Nepal 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
UT,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.