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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
UT,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.