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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
UT,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.