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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the rock 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.