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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.