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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
The Index,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.