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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.