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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 The Slackers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.