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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Oneida,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.