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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.