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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.