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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 The Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.