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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 The Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust 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?
Zapp,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.