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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Bluetip 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.