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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.