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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.