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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.