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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Negative Approach to the disco 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.