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 Australia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.