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 Burkina and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.