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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.