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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.