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 Hungary and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 X-102 to the disco 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Nico,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.