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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Scratch Acid to the techno 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.