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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.