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 China and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
the Normal,
JFA,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.