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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gong to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.