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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the punk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
The Remains,
X-102,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.