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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
JFA,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.