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 Lithuania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the rock 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Harmonia,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.