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 Uganda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.