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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.