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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.