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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.