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 Bahrain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Magma,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
New Order,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.