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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the jazz 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Organ,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.