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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.